My dad, omg, my dad.
The subject of the type of guy I'm attracted to came up between me and my mom and my dad was there, and I said "I'm not racist, but I don't find myself attracted to black people. Half-black people I can be, though."
My dad was like. "Oh, see, I'm fine with you being attracted to a half-black person. As long as they aren't in my family."
I just like flipped out. I was like "Oh, so you wouldn't want me marrying a half-black person? You're racist!" and he's like "Yeah, I am. But I'll probably be dead by the time you get married anyway." (my dad's really positive and optimistic like that)
and I'm like "Even if you are alive, it's not your decision anyway, and I don't care if that would disappoint you, it shouldn't anyway."
And I just kinda left the room.
My dad has really screwed up values and opinions.
I don't understand how he can be so rude. Gee, Dad, sorry everybody can't be perfect like you... sarcasm greatly expressed there.
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